Beyond Compare
It's kind of funny that I keep
on searching for your soul in
someone else's souls—when yours is beyond compare
when their kind of completeness
couldn't fill my kind of void
when their kind of light could not
end my kind of darkness
when their kind of rhythm could not
play along with my kind of song
when their kind of rapture could not
vanish my kind of sadness
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Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva